Chapter 66
As Rento finished his conversation and left the study, documents in hand, Teshiel muttered a curse under his breath, clearly frustrated by whatever issue they had discussed. He leaned back against the desk, lost in thought, before picking up his teacup. Then, suddenly, he looked up and noticed Bonita standing in the corner, hands clasped together. His previously furrowed brow softened when their eyes met.
“Why are you standing so far away? Come here.”
Bonita hesitated for a moment, then approached him. When she was close enough, Teshiel made a circular motion with his finger, silently commanding her to turn around. Blushing deeply, Bonita slowly spun in place, her dress exposing her bare back as she did. Teshiel watched her with an amused, leisurely smile, chuckling softly as he set his teacup down.
As she turned back to face him, he reached out, grabbing her exposed bottom with one hand and pulling her closer, while the other hand slid between her thighs.
“Haah…”
“What were you thinking about while you were standing there, Bonita? You’re already this wet,” he teased, his fingers brushing against her soaked core.
“I-I wasn’t thinking of anything…”
“Is that so? Well, it makes sense—you’re wearing a dress the same color as your little hole,” he said, a wicked grin crossing his face.
Bonita gasped, her face burning with embarrassment at his remark. Once she realized the implication, her body felt hot all over, as though her entire form had become one sensitive, throbbing spot. Wherever his hands touched, her skin flared with heat.
Teshiel’s hand slid up her body, gripping her b****t through the fabric. As her n*****s hardened and became visible through the material, he laughed, his thumb grazing one stiff peak.
“Cherry patterns, huh? You’re practically begging to be devoured.”
He leaned in and took one of the embroidered cherries on her chest into his mouth, teasing the n****e underneath with his tongue. Bonita moaned, a sweet sound escaping her lips as he nibbled and sucked at her chest, intent on “eating” every cherry embroidered on the dress. His usual behavior reassured her despite her embarrassment—Rento had kept his promise.
As Teshiel instructed her to kneel on the chair and spread herself open, Bonita’s mind drifted to a singular thought:
‘Pregnancy.’
Though she couldn’t say the words out loud, the thought looped in her head over and over. Even as she moaned and cried out with pleasure, her mind was consumed by the idea. But despite all the times he had taken her, on the chair, on the desk, and in his lap, all he left inside her was his scorching-hot release, pouring it into her again and again, yet never quite giving her what she secretly longed for.
At one time, the thought of pregnancy had filled Bonita with fear and dread, but now she found herself secretly hoping for it. As she felt the remnants of his hot release overflow from her, slowly cooling against her skin, her mind wandered.
‘If it had been cold… then I might actually be pregnant.’
Once the thought took hold, her imagination spiraled. What would happen if she did become pregnant? Would he allow her to carry the child? Would it be a girl or a boy? When the baby was born, they would have to visit a nearby temple a month later for a naming ceremony and to register the child’s name. But would that even apply to a demon child? Would their baby have horns like Teshiel’s?
“Ah…”
Lost in her thoughts, Bonita suddenly gasped, something dawning on her as she caught her breath.
* * *
The very next day, the priestess Milia came to tend to Bonita’s body, as she always did. During their session, Bonita casually brought up a question.
“Hey, Milia, when a baby is born, they’re registered at the nearest temple, right?”
“That’s right,” Milia replied, her hands moving gently as she continued her treatment.
“I was just wondering… what happens if a baby isn’t registered?”
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